Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather me people
A I will tell
About a brave young lad
You should remember

From a tribe of Pima
A and peaceful band
They farmed the valley
Out in Arizona

Down ditches for a thousand years
The sparkling water
the white man stole their water rights
And the running water

Iras folks was
Their fields grew with weeds
But when war Ira volunteered
And the white mans greed

Call him drunken Ira
He answer anymore
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Well, they battled up Iwo Hill
Two hundred and men
But only twenty-seven
To walk back down

And the fight was over
And Old proudly raised
Among the men who held her
Stood an Indian, Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Well, Ira returned a hero
Celebrated the land
He was wined and and honored
Hell, everybody his hand

But he was just a Pima
No food, no friend, no
home nobody cared what Ira had did
And when do the dance?

Well, Ira took to drinking
Jail was his home
They used to let him raise the there
And lower it just like youd throw a dog a

And Ira died drunk one morning
All in the land hed fought to save
Two of water in a lonely ditch
Was the grave for Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He wont answer
Not that drinking Indian
Or Marine who to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira
But his land is as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying there
In the where Ira died

Call him drunken Ira
He answer anymore
Not that whiskey drinking
Or who went to war